And then the other shoe dropped.
Okey dokey, so I received an updated clinical trial consent form, and I don’t have to very read far before I notice a big difference in how I’ll be handled during this experimental treatment to control a rare neuro-endocrine tumor. ECG tests have been added to every hospital appointment, and that two “safety” examinations have been added to the trial.
Apparently, the experimental drug has resulted in several instances of QT prolongation. Now, I didn’t know what that meant either, but the QT interval is “one of the measurements taken during an ECG (heart tracing) and an increase (prolongation) in the QT interval may lead to an irregular heartbeat which in rare instances can develop into a sudden, life-threatening condition.”
Oh, THAT QT interval.
Bloody QT intervals. I hate ‘em! Always messing things up when you least expect it.
So I spent a day with my head spinning. Perhaps this is where I should mention that my father died of heart disease when he wasn’t much older than me.
But after a day of reflection, I’m good. I need more information, for sure, as to the age and general health of the people who suffered heart complications during their trials.
But you know what? I’m tough as nails, and I think my heart is strong and resilient. It doesn’t matter what this tumor throws at me. I know who’s going to win in the end.